syncopated.

ideas are bulletproof

ideas can be very fickle. yet, according to v. ideas are bulletproof.

. . .

lazy lasers in happy hobieland. foon and spock.

6 days felt like a long time. and now i feel as if i just came home from an overseas trip. lethargic and all.

hmm. rachel turned 13 yesterday. toh and zhen celebrated their 7th anniversary. and i just witnessed a rather touchy zhang ziyi in house of flying daggers.

i'm not sure what to think.

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
that brings me to my knees

I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight 

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porcupine tree

colours awards was better than usual, chatting and joking with the acjc rugger sitting beside me. dinner with sarah, pris and melcolm afterwards was good as well.

citius. altius. fortius.

i find it ok to be sian of studying. but i'll never want to be sian of sailing.

a 60-ton angel
falls to the earth.

turning my back on the 5 intertwined rings.

Strummed at 12:20 AM (x)

subdued

the term 'world champion' is complete and utter nonsense. because you're only ever as good as your last race.

FFPCP.
FUBR.

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come on feel the illinoise!

my life is no longer running at a simple 4/4 time signature.

the chorus has been sung. cue the instrumental solo. if you would please, mr. petrucci. furia taurina.

complications very simply just lead to even more complications. 2 years. oh god the opportunity is so great. it's hard to resist isn't it.

and yet.

i swear listening to radiohead makes you look at things from a different angle.

how to disappear completely

Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening

exit music (for a film)

Wake from your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today we escape
We escape

everyone's marching to different beats. people out of step with the fading time.

. . .

here's a change to rectify the situation.

as indicated by the lack of posts, my days have been quite jampacked recently. which is what makes me happy and keeps me going. returning to sailing, surfing.

like spring after winter.
like a cold shower after a run.
like the new leaf seldom overturned.
a swift change of melody, the renewal.
like waking from a long sleep.
the accelerator pedal depressed to the floor.

my last, dignified, glorious breath?

. . .

sitting at home studying over 2 weekends, i've realised how lucky i am to sail. besides keeping me out of trouble, i don't think i would be able to find something to do for every weekend of the year. besides studying, it's going on outings, getting a job, or, i suppose like most people, bum around on the sofa in front of the tv or computer screen.

last 2 days i've been a bit of rebel, leaving school early to watch a movie, and today going to someone's house. i won't be hanging out with those people very much more. i can't stand the stench nor the idea of them puffing away before me.

but today was fun because they dressed up to go into hwa chong junior college. funny shit. i saw them off before heading back to sch for my taxi pool to gym.

give credit to people like bryan hooi and wei xiong who have the discipline and patience to sit down and go through their work on an almost daily basis. they certainly deserve their grade 7s and places in harvard and the like.

as for lesser beings like myself, i have to get out and chase the wind. if only to console myself that i'm never going to have what it takes to be an ideal student.

The lower side is a jukebox
playing the deadman's crescendo
The needle is a vector
An intersection that we all must cross
A dimly lit hallway
where shadows of moths decorate the walls
Discard this message,
discard this message,
discard this message

Burn your city down

Discard this message
Throw this bottle back in the ocean
Rip this page from the history books
Smash all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name
Forget my face
Forget my name
Because it's gonna rain, it's gonna rain
and it never ends

We all sing the songs of seperation
and we watch our lives bleed out through
our hands
that's how it was on the first day
when we saw Paris in flames

. . .

thanks dear. for the present. the concern. the illinoise. the big fish. i do miss you... from time

to time.

Strummed at 11:06 PM (x)

'tribute to the bespectacled mofo'

cai weiguo's impression of colin.

'tribute to the bespectacled mofo' 2. hahaha.

mr. lonely has been accompanying me at the back of the boat park for the last year or so. which means he has witnessed a few of my more shameful incidents including a couple of mast breakages, missed finish lines, tests conducted to prove the water resistance of polar watches. he's also been there to see my 'gay torn sail in front' every now and then.

but credit to him he still shows enthusiasm in analysing the reasons why colin has been raping ass. considering he could well have gone to doha in march if not for me.

and then there's all the times when we've made a fool of ourselves, on and off the water, or on the soccer pitch.

haha this is such a lame post. but i think i owe you a lot.

though i don't think i would go to the extent of buying you a strawberry cake in the shape of a heart.

happy birthday cai tao kuay. my lovely gay training partner. see you on the water soon la. let me rape my chem and maths papers first can?

Strummed at 9:18 PM (x)

glittering cloud; a falling bomb

glittering cloud.

Shut the window love,
keep the world outside
I don't want to think about anyone
And the footsteps are getting louder
Drowning out the sound of the rain
as it knocks on the windowsill
I'm not answering the phone, let it ring
Lately i've been feeling like a falling bomb
The ground is getting closer
and the sky is falling down

This song has been brought to you
by a falling bomb

i'm sorry.

here on, heroine, hearing harrowing herring here in heroin heron.

Strummed at 8:51 PM (x)